you guys know how i always complain about flying on airplanes?
well, even though i try to find other things to complain about, like ticket prices and nonsensical things like having a lay-over in atlanta on your way from detroit to salt lake city, the truth is that i am just absolutely terrified of flying.
don't get me wrong, i still do it--probably more than the average person, in fact.
and for most of my life, it wasn't a problem. i mean, i was never particularly fond of the taking off part, but flying was overall a worry-less thing which resulted in me getting off a plane in someplace much more enjoyable than michigan.
but somehow, that's all changed.
and no, it's not because of terrorists.
i mean, sure. i have a little bit of fear that my plane could be taken over and blown up by terrorists, but in the grand scheme of things that scenario is just one piece in a million piece puzzle of things-which-could-go-wrong-on-an-airplane-resulting-in-my-death.
the point is, i'm flying on tuesday--to park city, where fun and enjoyable things will occur.
i haven't been able to sleep for the past two nights.
i'll probably cry all day tomorrow. and then on tuesday morning i'll consume eleven tons of xanax, and my little sisters will have to lead me onto the airplane, because i will pretty much be sleep walking.
and i'm only telling you all because i know that while this is the most horrifying thing in the world to me, it's probably pretty funny to all of you sane people out there.
damn you, sane people.